Night Court1984

Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon:
Sorry, Your Honor. I ran downstairs to catch him, but I must have just missed him.

Asst. D.A. Dan Fielding:
You ran down eighteen flights of stairs?

Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon:
Yeah. I figured that whoever threw the rock through the window would have to come down the fire escape and onto the street.

Judge Harry T. Stone:
Right.

Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon:
Then I figured the sight of someone like me barreling out of the courthouse would cause him to panic and flee, and then I'd nab him.

Court Clerk Lana Wagner:
So what happened?

Nostradamus 'Bull' Shannon:
*Everyone* panicked and fled!